Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow. Tears you down, leaves you dead. Time will pass, back to life. Hand on shoulders, bigger, better. . Sunday night, tempers flair.
All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere. . Their tears are filling up their glasses.
Looking back with perfect symmetry. Mistakes were you, mistakes were me. Photos fall through the glass. Paint it black to hide your face. Static screams deaf the masses.
I could look in your face for a thousand years. It's like a civil war of pain and of cheer. But if you was a horse I could help you with your chains. I could ride you through the fields by your fiery mane.
Grew up on a man made line. That's left me warm. Count your blessings. You're the lucky one. . The view from this window. Is frail and brittle. And I've done nothing.
Spring was never waiting for us, girl. It ran one step ahead. As we followed in the dance. . Between the parted pages. And were pressed in love's hot, fevered iron.
Away with golden crows. I know their souls are old. The waves and the thunders prose. Within her belly glows. Where the sleeping old bears breathe. I can't see the light for the trees.
It's so early in our lives. For such a waste of time. Such a waste of breath. . An' we can shake our fists in vain. Scream an' lose our voice. It's our choice.
Ma-Ya-Hi. Ma-Ya-Hu. Ma-Ya-Ho. Ma-Ya-Ha Ha. Ma-Ya-Hi. Ma-Ya-Hu. Ma-Ya-Ho. Ma-Ya-Ha Ha. . Hello, Salute, it's me, your Duke. And I made something that's real.
Can you feel the wind of Venus on your skin?. Can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush?. Stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils. .
At the bottom of the barrel. To great surprise, we found our lives, so intertwined. And when the moon lifts off. Yeah, we're side by side. . If this is my alley my memorial park.
I know I've been telling you not now. But baby, come and give it to me. 'Cause I can tell by the way that you move. That you're the one who could give it to me, yeah.
I don't snap on like you want me to. Because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red. I sit down, rode all the way next to my heart. It beats to the time too close to your truth.
You are a car. You are my hospital. I'd walk to hell and back. To see you smile on Saturday. . You are a star. You are a sea of air. Play great keyboards.
It's like 09 in your basement and I'm in love with Nebbie. And I still love her but it fell through because I wasn't ready. And your back hurt, and your neck hurt, and you smoking heavy.
So don't forget. In these times try to remember. The time will come. To use your voice and push your views. . So don't forget. Sometime between now and never.
The plane is intact. From the front to the back. I was left now. Is waiting for you. . So do what you can. For blood and feelin'. . And it's alright. Yeah, it is alright.
Blanket me sweet nurse. And keep me from burnin'. I must get back to the woods dear girls. I must get back to the woods. . In the bloody elevator. Rising for their first cup of tea of the day.
Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sipping. Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missing. Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee. I get what you get in ten years, in two days.
You put your fist in the ground. You went from quiet to loud. You found you're broken in half. Today. . You set a fire to forget. To burn up all your regret.